Today I am pleased to be a part of the In the Wake blog tour….sorry it’s late in the day.
Blurb: When a body is found floating in London’s Royal Albert Dock, successful public relations expert Kay Christie is sent to quiet the media, but things get complicated when it emerges that she knew the victim.
As events spiral out of control, Kay discovers that those close to her may be harbouring another secret – the story of a missing girl. Can Kay discover the truth before her life unravels and she risks losing everything?
In the Wake questions whether we can ever truly leave our pasts behind and explores the lengths that we will go to protect the people that we love.
And now onto the extract that I’m to share with you today.
Kay’s mind was back with the body. She needed another look. She needed longer to go over the features of the face. It could be anybody. How could she see from up there? She remembered
the policeman. He was at a similar distance away. She could remember the cleft of a deep wrinkle across his forehead. Could she trust her own eyes?
Belinda turned down the television so Kay could only just hear the satisfying clonk of darts thudding into the board. The boat gave off an insulated hum of electricity. The tap dripped.
“Look, you’ll find this out tomorrow anyway. It’s a murder,” Belinda said.
“Murder?” asked Kay, feigning surprise. The only surprising element was that Belinda had worked it out so quickly. She really was rather capable.
“It’s a man,” said Belinda. Kay’s pulse quickened and her stomach turned over the wine, already too much wine. She felt acid rising into her mouth. Belinda’s news desk had been listening to police radio. They knew someone who worked at the mortuary. This person had been paid two hundred pounds to keep them informed. Belinda probably knew more at this point than the police. Kay wondered if she knew about her dad.
“One of the ears has been cut off,” said Belinda. “Apparently it is common in gang related murder.” All this talk of a severed ear. How had Kay missed such a crucial detail? She had only glimpsed for a few seconds. Was the ear the source of the foam on the face? No. That wasn’t at the side. The foam was at the nostrils and mouth. Kay had seen his left side and there was something wrapped around the head. Dark material. Yes. She had seen that. That must have been where the ear had been cut
“You’re shivering,” Belinda said and she opened the stove to heap on another log. “Wasn’t carrying a wallet, unfortunately. We’ll get ID soon enough, got all my sources working on it. They’re pulling dental records now.”
But Kay had missed what Belinda was saying. She had already got up and rushed to the bathroom.
It felt that Belinda’s boat, rather than being moored in Canary Wharf’s basin, was moving in a rough sea. Like it was being thrown around. But the storm was inside Kay’s head.
She made it to the sink and splashed water on her face and looked at her ashen expression in the reflection of a porthole. If Kay was right, if he was who she thought, she knew Belinda would recognise him too. His name repeated in her head: Lance Corporal Benedict Phillips.
Be sure to check out the rest of the tour…